The night after the Hybrid's defeat was unusually calm. Shinma City, though scarred, finally knew silence again.
Nyara sat on a rooftop with Ahim beside her, both gazing at the stars. The pink pirate offered a small smile.
"Strange, isn't it? Worlds so different… and yet we all bleed, we all hope."
Nyara's golden eyes glowed faintly beneath her helmet. "And we all fight to protect what matters."
Below, Eternal leaned against a shattered wall, his usual cold silence masking the rare peace in the air. Even Ryukendo and his companions had loosened, sharing quiet conversation among themselves.
For a brief moment, it felt like the war had stopped.
But peace never lasted long.
The ground shook—soft at first, then violently. A pulse of energy ripped across the city, tearing cracks in the sky itself.
"No…" Ryujino hissed, his serpent eyes widening. "The fissure wasn't sealed—it's spreading!"
A vortex of light burst open above them, howling like a storm. Nyara sprang to her feet as Ahim gripped her arm. Eternal's flames flared instinctively.
The rift swallowed them in an instant.
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When the light cleared, the three stood in a vast, empty desert. The sky burned with strange colors, and in the distance, colossal ruins stretched to the horizon.
Nyara's breath caught. "This… isn't Ryukendo's world anymore."
Ahim steadied herself, staring at the horizon. "Where are we?"
Eternal's visor glowed faintly as he muttered the name he remembered from whispers across Rider history:
"…Ultraman Tiga's world."
And before any of them could move, a deafening roar shook the earth, heralding a new legend.
To be continued…